Hold up the banner of the Lord,
And let it ne’er be taken;
Sound forth the message of His Word
To all of hope forsaken.
Hold up the banner where He leads,
Nor once forget the world’s great needs;
To grander faith awaken.

Hold up the cross of Christ the Lord,
Before the lost and dying;
Tell them to look, e’er point them t’ward Him,
Who Himself denying,
Gave His great life from love of us,
And suffered on the cruel cross,
To cure all sin and sighing.

Hold up the Word of Christ the Lord,
The Word of consolation;
Glad news of peace—once lost—restored;
Of help in each temptation.
Hence let the light shine far away,
That all who in deep error stray,
From sin may find salvation.

Go on, true children of the Lord,
From grace to grace go onward;
God’s host will constant help afford,
Our Captain’s word is forward.
Never to sloth or fear give way,
In work and prayer, each golden day,
Go onward, forward, heav’nward.